The Girl I Love

How do I see love?

The Confessions Of A 23-Year-Old

An honest prayer to God.

Language Class With Me

Language class is in session. Right now, let’s talk about similes.   Aren’t they beautiful, like germs on a model’s shiny lips? I mean, it is possible for a hideous thing to acquire a desirable quality. Michael Jackson’s Thriller music video scares even the bravest sexually transmitted disease symptoms out of me. However, MJ’s presence

Children, Kids And Little Ones

Do you have a child? Children are so curious.   “Dad, why is the sky blue? Dad, why do we eat? Mom, why are you spitting on Dad’s food? Mom, why is my tooth fairy toothless? Mom, how do fish make their children?” How would you respond to each question, if your child asked you?

When We Were Young…

When we were young, we were powerful. When we were young, we were needed. When we were young, we meant something. We felt like we were a thermometer to a doctor, a whistle to a traffic officer, a beard to a terrorist, a knife to a serial killer, a mask to a burglar… When we

The College Room

  Welcome to the college room, folks.   A college room is not a room.   It is just an enlarged cubicle.   Imagine the size of a cubicle, like the kind that houses an intern.   It is so small, you know the cubicle rat family by name by day two on the internship.

The Internship Interview

    Interviewer: Hello? I said come in like five times now…are you deaf or something?   I enter the interview room very slowly and carefully, like a very experienced serial killer. Me: My profuse apologies, maim. I’m used to being screamed at. I have daddy issues, thank God I have a deaf mother. Interviewer:

College Education

Last night, I made burnt popcorn…by accident. You know, it’s easier for a single 23 year old guy to just get distracted by looking through the window when he hears the sound of high heels tip toeing down the street than looking forward to the too familiar sound of popcorn popping. I don’t even listen

The Thoughts Of Roachy

I grew up in poverty, poverty was so tough my best friend was a cockroach. He was brown, so more like a coloured fellow in human terms. Our cultural diversity really balanced out our opinions on most of our brief but special meetings. If you are seen crouching to the level of the height of